Not Again

I yawn as I rose from sleep. I searched for my mate but found him not. 

"David?" I hastily rose from the bed, put on the discarded robe on the floor, and walked towards the parlour searching for my mate.

I know it's a wishful thought, but I can't help but wish for him to be in the parlour.

Disappointed when I didn't see my mate in the parlour, I sit on the cushion as I thought about my next plan.

He left, after all, I told him?

What does that mean?

I stood from the chair, and walk back to the room to get ready for a trip. David might not believe me, but that doesn't mean I'm going to allow any harm to come to me.

He's my mate. I have to protect him if I can do that. 

I got dressed in my favourite shorts and wore one of his shirts. I took my helmet from the table, and hasten towards the door. Only to discover the door has been locked.

I tugged on it, but it stood firm. It didn't budge at all.